Brian's Plumbing

After a long hard shift at the diner, Justin slid open the loft door hoping for a night of peace, quiet and lots of fucking. That's not quite what he got. As he walked into the loft, he found the floor covered in plastic, cardboard cartons and enough tools to open a small hardware store. Justin followed the trail of trash into the bedroom.

What greeted Justin in the bedroom alarmed him. Most of the contents of Brian's wardrobe was strewn all over the bed. It was an Armani-Gucci melee. Justin scanned his end of the closet, most of his clothes lay in a heap on the floor. Hearing a grunt emanating from the bathroom, Justin feared the worse. He entered the bathroom.

Standing, with a sledge hammer poised above his head and ready to strike at the sink, was Brian.

"Brian! Stop!" Brian jumped at the sound of Justin's voice but he managed to keep a hold on the hammer and didn't drop it on his fine bathroom tile or his foot.

"Shit, Justin, you nearly gave me a heart attack."

"Brian, before I ask you what the hell is going on around here, put down the hammer and step away from the porcelain." Brian put down the hammer. "Thank you. Now have a seat and tell me why you were about to attack your very expensive Italian porcelain sink with the burnished fixtures with a sledge hammer."

Brian put the seat cover down on the toilet and sat. Justin sat cross legged in front of him and braced himself for Brian's story.

"Well, it started this morning after you left. I was planning a quiet day in. I got up, took a leak then as I was washing my hands, my ring slipped off my finger and fell down the drain. I immediately turned off the water and pulled out the stopper. But I couldn't see anything. I found a flashlight and thought I could fish the ring out with a wire or something but we didn't have any wire."

Brian took a breath. Justin urged him to go on with his story.

"Then I got the idea to use a wire hanger so I went into my closet but..."

"You don't use wire hangers, Miss Crawford."

"Twat. I searched my closet but I couldn't find one."

"That explains the Gucci- Armani explosion on the bed. So how did my clothes wind up on the floor?"

"Uh, I looked in your closet. I found several hangers but I needed one I could bend so I had to test each one."

"Uh huh. So, I take it you found the right hanger?"

"Sort off."

"Care to elaborate."

"I'm getting to that. I found the right hanger and bent it to shape. I got it down the drain and I think I hooked my ring but then the hanger got stuck on the way up. I pulled and pulled but it wouldn't budge. I ripped up my hands a little."

Brian showed Justin the burns and abrasions on the palms of his hands. Justin got out the first aide kit and tended to Brian's boo-boos as Brian continued his saga.

"Now my hands were bleeding and sweating. I couldn't grip the wire and I couldn't find any tools. So I bandaged my hands and went to the hardware store. That Depot place is huge. I got someone to show me the tools and of course I needed a tool box to put everything in."

"Of course."

"And they were having a sale and you know it pays to buy the whole collection..."

"Another spring collection. And that explains why the living room looks like Depot."

"Anyway! I got back here and with a pair of pliers I was able to remove the hanger! Aren't you proud of me?"

"Very, so where's your ring?"

"I said I removed the hanger. The ring fell off the end of the hanger and is still down the drain."

"Brian, what were you going to do with the hammer?"

"I guess I got a little frustrated."

"A little frustrated?! So you intended to beat the sink into submission? Why didn't you just open the trap?"

"The trap? What trap?"

"The trap under the sink, at the elbow joint."

"Elbow joint?"

"Shit. Go get me a container or a bucket. Something to catch the water."

Brian fetched a small container while Justin found some old rags. Justin crawled under the sink and turned off the water.

"Bri, hand me the pipe wrench."

"Pipe wrench?"

"The one that looks like an ‘f'."

"This one?"

"Yup." Justin gently tapped the nut on the bottom of the trap then fit the wrench around it. He turned the nut and quickly put the container under the joint. The water spilled out then they heard a little ‘ker-splash.' Justin handed the container to Brian while he tightened the nut and turned the water back on. He removed Brian's ring from the container, dried it and carefully slipped it back on to Brian's finger.

"Better now?" Justin asked.

"Much better." Brian replied and gave his little blond plumber a deep grateful kiss.

Before they got carried away, they straightened up the bathroom, put away all the clothes and cleaned up the mess in the livingroom. Justin packed up the tool box and found a spot for it under the sink in the kitchen.

All was right in the loft once again. Dinner was called out for and a couple of beers were consumed.

While the boys were relaxing and preparing for what Brian and Justin do best, Brian had to ask Justin a question.

"Sunshine, how did you know about the trap?"

"Debbie."

"Debbie?"

"Yeah, all that I time I spent at her house. There was always something falling apart or needing fixing. She and Vic were pretty good at DIY."

"DIY?"

"Do It Yourself."

"Oh. Justin, you're very good at fixing plumping."

"Not very good but I know a nut when I see one."

"Justin, I have a nut that needs fixing."

"Mmm, I love your nuts Kinney."

"I'm quite fond of yours too."

"So should my tool and your tool get together?"

"Oh yeah!"

"Then lay back, old man and give me room to work. You have some serious pipes that need to be flushed."

"I think I'm going to like DIY."

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